Say so long to the missing piece of the puzzle
We are split down the middle
We had better prepare ourselves for perpetual winter

Why do we do this to ourselves?
Continuous escape is a living hell
Like those other lovers hidden under the covers: it’s so empty in the arms of another

See what you’ve done
You’re irresistible with your sordid stories
The morbid glory of it all
Remember when times were worth celebrating
Pour the wine for the fallen friends and foes singing in unison

My hell is a blank piece of paper staring back at me
My hell is wasted potential, haunting me

Why do we do this to ourselves?
Continuous escape is a living hell